Another hour passed, until the bright moon approached mid-heaven, and the lights in the many courtyards on the shore were almost extinguished, and most of the disciples rested in peace, or entered into meditation and pranayama.

After a little hesitation, Wang Qingyuan still got up and got out of bed, picked up the medicine, walked out of the courtyard, his spiritual power shrouded his body, and after a while, he came to the only bamboo building in Hun Tian Peak.

The weather after the beginning of winter is very cold, especially in the deep mountains like Yujing Mountain, although it is enough to make ordinary people shiver with cold at this time, even if it is not said to exhale into ice.

The bamboo tower guarded by the Taoist priest is very elegant, and even the image of the god Xuantian is carved on the bamboo, and the subtleties are so exquisite that it is fascinating.

"Sure enough, people can't look good, this quiet guard looks clumsy, but he is an elegant person, and there is definitely a lot of pen and ink in his stomach. ”

Wang Qingyuan thought so, confirmed his previous guess, and unconsciously came to the front of the steps.

The lights in the bamboo building have not been extinguished, the lantern in front of the door is lit for many years, with a kind of sacrificial sesame oil, added to the agarwood powder buried in the ground for hundreds of years, the faint agarwood fragrance into the nose, can make people feel calm.

Wang Qingyuan's heart was tense, and the spiritual power that had not yet fully recovered enveloped the land around him, not letting go of a trace of wind and grass.

Chirping!

At this time, the bamboo door opened, and a handyman came out, holding a gourd containing sesame oil in his hand, and was about to continue the light of the ever-bright lamp in front of the door.

"It's you!

The handyman who had passed the year of standing had a short beard and looked at Wang Qingyuan: "You are here to hand over the herbs?

Noticing the medicine basket in front of Wang Qingyuan, the miscellaneous Taoist was slightly surprised at first, and then showed a somewhat strange look, and said, "Come with me." ”

Walking into the bamboo building with the medicine basket, Wang Qingyuan saw piles of mountain-like herbs in the corner, all of which were classified and not mixed at all.

In addition, there are actually several large bookshelves, which are all subsets of scriptures and history, various versions, but there are very few Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, and the Taoist priest is standing in front of the bookshelf, reading a woodcut "Book of Rites" in his hand.

Wang Qingyuan's nose moved slightly, and he saw a large cauldron on a shelf not far away, simmering on the stove, and the strong fragrance coming out of the pot was very familiar, it was the smell of demon tiger meat.

The miscellaneous Taoist began to choose the medicine basket that dumped Wang Qingyuan, and the Jingshou Taoist priest did not seem to pay attention to Wang Qingyuan's meaning, and the miscellaneous Taoist also quickly cleaned up and sorted the medicinal materials in the medicine basket, and then took a large bowl of simmering boiled demon tiger meat from the cauldron, the soup was snow-white, and the fragrance was overflowing, which was enough to be worth the weight of the past two meals.

"Thank you. ”

After taking the pottery bowl, Wang Qingyuan was about to turn around and leave.

"Wang Qingyuan. ”

The Taoist priest who had been indulging in books finally turned around.

"I've seen the deacons. ”

Wang Qingyuan clasped his fists and saluted, his whole body seemed relaxed, but his spiritual power was running to the extreme at this moment, and he was ready to wait.

"You are a wealthy family in Yicheng, and you have a lot of books at home, and you think you have read the Taoist scriptures, I don't know how much you have understood?"

As soon as the Taoist priest opened his mouth, not only Wang Qingyuan was stunned, but the miscellaneous Taoist was also slightly stunned.

"Students have been familiar with the Tao since childhood, not to mention that they can understand it thoroughly, and they think they can understand three points. ”

After Wang Qingyuan was stunned, he relaxed slightly and replied respectfully, but he didn't understand what the purpose of this Taoist priest was.

"Not bad. The Taoist priest nodded, and I asked you, "What does it mean to see, not to see, not to hear, and not to hear?"

Almost without thinking, Wang Qingyuan said: "The sound of the big sound, the elephant is invisible. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's too late; ”

"What if the husband is the ambition, the poor should be strong, and the old should be strong?"

Wang Qingyuan was a little surprised, this Taoist priest had a deep understanding of the Taoist scriptures, and he was by no means reading them generally, but he did not hesitate, after a little thought, he said: "When you are old, you should be strong, you would rather move the heart of the white head, be poor and strong, and do not fall into the ambition of the clouds." ”

"It's not bad, it's not bad. ”

The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows, his eyes were bright, and he swept the hills in the corners of the wall, and said: "Today you have harvested a lot of medicinal materials, which is equivalent to the harvest of ordinary two people entering the mountain. ”

"Thank you, Deacon!"

Wang Qingyuan was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly thanked him, someone pointed out and no one pointed out, it is completely two situations, even in a large family in Yicheng, there are also special cultivators, after the heirs of each house grow up, there are special people responsible for guiding the way, preaching and teaching, enlightenment, and relieving confusion.

Even if it is conceived with spiritual power and can see the subtleties, if there is a Taoist priest who quietly guards such a high finger to practice the true qi of the inner family, Wang Qingyuan believes that the time for him to comprehend all the essence of the fourth layer of "Xuantian Gong" will definitely be twice as fast.

"Go ahead. ”

Waving his hand, the Taoist priest turned around again.

......

Returning to the thatched hut, putting down the empty medicine basket, and taking out the clay bowl filled with demon tiger meat and soup, Wang Qingyuan's stomach kept coming out with a cooing sound, which was the flesh urging him to eat, replenish his blood and qi as soon as possible, and restore the consumed spirit.

The lights flickered, and the pungent smell of lamp oil mixed with the smell of inferior charcoal, Wang Qingyuan quickly finished eating, and then meditated to recover his mental strength.

Before the hour came, the sky was slightly bright, and the morning cold was in his heart, Wang Qingyuan opened his eyes and got up, he sensed a little, and after a night, his spiritual power returned to its full glory, and in Wang Qingyuan's senses, this spiritual power seems to be more condensed than yesterday.

"It seems that the continuous use of spiritual power is also a process of tempering, just like "Xuantian Gong" swinging fists, standing on yin and yang piles, and refining layer by layer, which is a kind of kung fu that needs to be boiled. ”

......

Before coming to the bamboo building, the Taoist priest had already gotten up and was standing in front of the ever-bright lamp.

In Wang Qingyuan's spiritual sense, the Jingshou Taoist priest at this moment seemed to be about to disappear, and his breath became nothing, as if the lights swaying in the wind would be extinguished at any time.

Yin and Yang pile!

Wang Qingyuan's eyes lit up, obviously before the daily shore martial arts, this Taoist priest still has some reservations, at this time Wang Qingyuan's view, although the Taoist priest in front of him is a person, but it seems to be a giant beast illusion, between gestures, every action, as if sleeping for thousands of years, and even the moment the eyes opened, Wang Qingyuan seemed to see the endless vicissitudes of life, buried for a long time.

Half an hour later.

Wang Qingyuan left satisfied, he asked the Taoist priest for advice on the essence of the third and fourth layers of "Xuantian Gong", although it was only a short half an hour, but Wang Qingyuan not only completely consolidated the realm of the third layer, but also completed most of the comprehension of the fourth layer of "Xuantian Gong", I believe that in less than two or three days, you can do your best.

Chenshi.

Wang Qingyuan came to the shore as usual, but today, no one paid attention to him anymore, even if his gaze swept from time to time, it was only a fleeting glance.

Of course, this is also what Wang Qingyuan is deliberately creating now, he uses his spiritual power to envelop his body, which is different from confusing and creating illusions for others, so as to appropriately change his own breath, so that the sense of others can take the initiative to enter the scope of his spiritual power, so that it is many times easier to be bewitched, and there is no need to infiltrate and break into the ancestral divine court of others.

The Taoist priest quietly performed martial arts as usual, and the seven-layer fist frame came down, and Wang Qingyuan once again confirmed his body.

After the drill, everyone went to the breakfast place to make up for it, and the miscellaneous Taoist had a smile on his face, and even the piece of demon tiger meat given to Wang Qingyuan was bigger than the others.

Goo!

As the demon tiger broth went down, even Wang Qingyuan could hear the sound of his body swallowing, as if a lost person who had been thirsty for several days in the desert had been in the rain for a long time, and his face was radiant.

Naturally, no one else knew about all this, only the Taoist priest watched Wang Qingyuan's departing back, and a faint look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

After a stick of incense.

In the courtyard, Wang Qingyuan woke up in the middle of the meditation, his eyes were shining, his face was ruddy, his body was full of qi and blood, and his spiritual power had also recovered to the peak of the state.

Carrying the medicine basket and entering the mountain again, Wang Qingyuan is familiar with the road, where there are thorns, where poisonous insects, snakes and ants are often infested, where there are fierce tigers and wolves, all of which he experienced yesterday vividly.

However, it is only ten miles away, picking medicine in the mountains, not watching the flowers, many times you need to observe carefully, with Wang Qingyuan's keen spiritual power, you can only advance ten miles a day, and there must even be shortcomings, if you are someone else, even if you start many years earlier than him, you may not be able to be much faster than him.

Today into the mountain, Wang Qingyuan is much faster than before, yesterday walked through the ten miles of land was quickly crossed, his medicine basket only has a thin layer, out of the ten miles of land, his degree slowed down again, walking is also the old forest with few footprints, if there are too many footprints, must have been scavenged, he walked again, may not be able to gain anything.

Half a day later.

In front of a waterhole that can have a three-zhang square circle, Wang Qingyuan went into the water and carefully picked a winter lotus root, this rhizome is at the bottom of the water, only a small energy-saving medicine, very fragile, if the strength is not grasped properly, it is very likely to damage the outer skin, and once the outer skin is broken, it will be completely corrupted within half an hour, and lose all its medicinal properties.

Looking at the lotus root in his hand that was purer than snow, Wang Qingyuan had to admire the creation of Xuanqi, this is the water lily xenomorph that was impossible to see in his previous life, and over the years, Wang Qingyuan has also appeared, the richness of the species in this heaven and earth is far from what he can imagine, and even if it is known, the various characteristics are more or less different.

Wang Qingyuan no longer hesitated, the snow-white and crystal winter lotus root melted in his mouth, becoming a stream of sweet juice and falling into his abdomen. After a while, a strong flow of heat began to burst into the internal organs.

Call!

Wang Qingyuan took a long breath, stood up the yin and yang pile, and at the same time began to practice the boxing frame on the first layer of "Xuantian Gong".

"Time Knife" is running, the spiritual power is condensed, Wang Qingyuan sees the subtlety, constantly adjusts the strength of every inch of muscles and bones, and the strength of the whole body is twisted into a force, he is not fast, and it can even be said to be slow, but between the opening and closing of the fist, it is unusually dull, and where the fist passes, the air slowly gives birth to a whining sound.

After the small half of the incense, Wang Qingyuan's fist changed and advanced to the second layer, and after half the incense, the qi and blood in his body were rolling, and he actually transmitted a sound like flowing water.

Boom!

In the next moment, like a bowstring pulling, you can see that above Wang Qingyuan's body, a series of blue-black tendons emerged, undulating and stretching, as if a strong bow, giving birth to a continuous sound of off-strings.

Now, under the sufficient replenishment of blood and energy, Wang Qingyuan is full of energy, pushing this third layer of kung fu to the peak, stepping into the consummation, between the stretching of the fist frame, the big tendons around the body are linked, and many large-scale movements are twisted freely.